Llum, foc... fuck!

One day you're doing a kame hame ha and the next day it's been twenty years and every time you move a finger you have to call the chiropractor. HOW DID YOU GET HERE?. Well, because your childhood was starred either by a fax tomato, or a fax skater, or a journalist (not a fax) or the Nets (which we don't really know what she did). And all this while the discman was playing Catalan rock, Estopa or Macedonia. WANT TO RElive THAT GOLDEN ERA? THROW IT AWAY! (the blanket?, hold on?) AND... YOU'LL BE ABLE TO GO BACK